The horrible dragon lived in a cave on a hill. He was mean and wicked. He could charm any wicked spells by his flames. When he talked flames came out to make anyone run away and they hated the dragon.
The town said someone should kill the dragon and a strong boy named Jim said "I will do it."
He went through a jungle, through a river, up the hill and to a palm tree that was growing near the edge of the hill. Jim climbed up it with a couple of stones and threw the stones into the dragon's cave. When he came out, the dragon pounded with fire out of the angriest voice.
Jim climbed down and got out his sword and his shield. He said: "Let's have a fight."
The dragon said: "Yes. I will use my flames."
Jim said: "I'm using my sword with my shield."
The dragon nearly killed him but he put up his shield as fast as he could and he went forward with his sword. He plunged it in, through the heart and the organs and the dragon fell down on the grass and blew a puff of smoke onto the flowers. The flowers in that place were gone. They called it "The dragon of the death."
Jim went down the hill, through the river, through the jungle, and he got to the town. He was a hero, everyone said, and they had a party, and some cake and some wine and music.